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ROLES:
mark tuan - the deep thinker
im jaebeom - the musician
jackson wang - the king
park jinyoung - the heartbreaker
choi youngjae - the angel
bambam - the druggie
kim yugyeom - the joker
it was a saturday and six boys were sat at six individual double desks, waiting for the arrival of the principal, their prefect and one more student. they were all put in detention.
all were waiting in silence, not daring to speak. one was tapping his fingers against his desk, one was reading aristotle, one was sitting slumped in his chair with his arms crossed, one was twirling his pen in his hand, one was playing with his sweater paws and one was doing a 360 scan of the room.
at last the final student was ushered in with much effort and he walked straight to the back of the room where he went up to the boy who was reading and practically pushed him out of his seat and spat at him saying he needed to move to the spare desk at the front, which he did with no protest whatsoever.
the principal, mr park and their prefect kim seokjin stood at the front of the classroom and mr park looked disapprovingly at the boys.
"for most of you boys here, i'd have expected better behaviour from you, whereas some of you are regulars to which i have to say get your act together or i'll be hounding you all your life, even after school," the principal looks directly at the boy at the back who smirks at him.
"oh well parky, that shows just how sad your life is and just how much of a creep you actually are," he chuckles before leaning back in his chair and putting his feet up on the table. some of the boys laughed silently and mr park saw them and they immediately stopped. he went to the druggie's table.
"bhuwakul i will not tell you twice, get your feet off the table or you'll have detention for the rest of the month," mr park warned, but the boy still would not move his feet.
"i'll move my feet if you call me bambam. sir," he tests the principal, putting the bottom of his boots on the table, leaving dirty marks.
"god help me," mr park mutters under his breath and bambam seems to hear him as he lets out a laugh.
"not what i wanted to hear, but i'll answer to that youngman, sir," bambam knew he was putting on a show for the other boys and he was not disappointing them.
the principal gave up trying to tame the thai boy at that point and walked back to the front of the classroom to stand next to jin, who was currently examining his nails.
"seokjin, explain the task to the boys, i need to go to my office and sort some things out," the prefect nodded and the principal left the room, taking a look over his shoulder and glaring at the druggie.
jin sensed the atmosphere in the room was tense so he began to speak.
"don't worry, i'm not here to scold you or anything like that. i'm just here to explain the task to yous and then i'll be off," the boys noticeably relaxed at hearing that so he continued to talk.
"your task is to write an essay on social hierarchy in this school. park's going to be in his office all day, so stay quiet, but you can talk to each other. the door will be purposefully left open so that he can hear you better, but he's as deaf as a squid so i'd suggest you take a left if you want to go to your lockers. however, don't do anything to piss him off, he's already on tipping point because of bambam-" he gets interrupted by the thai boy saying that everyone's welcome for his service, but no one found that funny. jin continues.
"as i was saying, you're going to be here all day so i suggest get to know one another otherwise this detention will go by like millenia on end. good luck and i hope you guys make it out alive," jin then walks out of the room and the boys are left alone with each other.
"well this is going to be interesting..."